DUAT: Where Light Ends The truth always arrives too late. It arrives only after the loss. We do not see things as they are, but as fear allows us to see them.”
How many times had the truth stood before us, only for us to overlook it because we loved the illusion? We believed in the dream more than we could bear its breaking. We clung to the beautiful version of things, even when it was a lie woven slowly and carefully, because sometimes a lie offers us the shape of safety.
Truth, however, strips the soul down to the bone. We fear seeing it because it does not indulge our dreams, nor resemble the people we believe ourselves to be when we imagine that we are strong.
The truth always arrives too late. It arrives only after the loss. We do not see things as they are, but as fear allows us to see them.”
How many times had the truth stood before us, only for us to overlook it because we loved the illusion? We believed in the dream more than we could bear its breaking. We clung to the beautiful version of things, even when it was a lie woven slowly and carefully, because sometimes a lie offers us the shape of safety.
Truth, however, strips the soul down to the bone. We fear seeing it because it does not indulge our dreams, nor resemble the people we believe ourselves to be when we imagine that we are strong.